The Mountains, Rivers, and Moonlight Are All You

“A boy’s love quietly takes root when he least expects it.”

Your arrival healed not only me, but yourself as well.

Just as people say,

from that moment on,

the mountains and rivers were you, the lakes and seas were you, the bright moon was you, the gentle breeze was you.

One glance at you, and nothing else compares.

My feelings for you cannot be summed up in just one word: love.